lirik lagu tier on3 – shook one’s (remix)
verse 1- (tier on3)
suck my d-ck with a reck a dental content
throw ya cash in your sentimental mosh pit
now what ya dumb -ss gotta rap for
i’m doper when i choose to rap backwards
your last ride in a rav 4
time to fumigate the pest with a wrapped cord
the pens better than a stacked sword
a pic is worth a thousand cracked wards
what does that make me stand for
i’m not slim shady but he’s my main factor
with tech n9ne’s flow and a fast scorch
other emcees make me laugh hard
you got sk!ll to transport
you still in the game
you on a whack board
no listen so you tripping b-tching
i’m satan’s son the hottest in the kitchen
when i’m ripping like freddy with a drill and
my screws are loose i’m a put the clip in
my f bombs can’t be diffused
i don’t need my volume to be reduced
cuz drugs get your brain removed
doesn’t mean it gives you a lyrical excuse
todays rap has been moved to tombs
because most of ya tracks that you produce
belong on the bottom of my supra shoes
words of shrapnel bout to go through the mood
got my pen up inside my holster
my lyrics have a greater range than a rover
stand up on your toes like you a poser
your a disgrace to get clapped up by my loader
put the rubber on the mic
so when it explodes it’s provided with safety
you get mad about my sk!lls to write
you should because you’ll never trace me
r kelly’s -n-s don’t come close
to pin point any category of sh-t on me
cuz he’s mad that his pants had a p-ss and queef
narcotics below my bricks and weed
if you payed attention
my words are off beat
oops i’m just kidding ah i made you peek
slim shady i must be
the missing baby i’m so crazy
well i’m back
and i gotta numerous amounts of chainsaws
to cut the individual bodies
that your manager already laid off
no ones trying to take any shots at you
cuz all the shrapnel that you ingest
my stomachs bulging with a rock of doom
you think your dope you need to check
sticky finger l!cking picking drippings
i wrote this in my grave do you dig it
dividends paid in ridiculous writtens
i’m about to slow down please listen
cuz
i’m recking every second
with the clock when i be flexing
causing tension to your section
with the block
when i be repping
no compound to my complexion
dirty mirrors with confessions
stating deals
making bills
till it causes me depression
anilyst how ya feel
i star in movies and your in films
it’s not a stab to ya will
it’s a jab on how to k!ll
hyper optic lenses make ya rhymes stand still
now i know that i’m a menace when i’m the nights time feel
hatters call me out instead of complaining over text
i got more metaphors and similes to make me out your vex
i got more semaph0r-s and symphonies to take out all the rest
i’ll sting ya like a k!ller bee that i be aiming toward ya chest
but i’m
making the light out of bad situations
i lest ya i’m tight with good girls not behaving
i bet ya i’m right about
having rad stimulations
i give the impression of my vesting as a ration
i live to my intentions leaving my disasters waiting
ya don’t want to beef with me
when ya holding up the bacon
i be baking for the taking when i’m at 95 degrees
i’m engraving in the blazing when i’m on tiny high trees
when ya got real stats
you don’t got to steal fame
but better act upon it fast
before i take it all away
life is a buck a gas
you attempt to beat the fast lane
i’m going at supersonic dab’s (decibels and beats)
your flowing at stupid chronic rays
your a leaf in the breeze
ya got lucky with ya dream
taking cr-ps on streaks
they create a little stain
pic-sso with the art my art makes a vivid picture
it’s hollow at the start
night stars
state a livid wisher
lets follow at the mark
tight bars make a rapid fissure
emcees are get caught dead between my line of symmetry
hoes give hot head between my fine administry
ya don’t want to fake out the beast
because it might fight viciously
better bring ya smith and westin
you about to get an -n-l rape
ace in the hole when my pen is testing
my music better be staying taped
i don’t care what ya mouths confessing
time for curtain call drapes
your at the bottom of my name
and i’m the icing on the cake
spitting flames near ya face
close your eyes like i’m using mace
the games a stop light road
destiny rides inside my fate
the fame is a cracked code
i’ll show producers stacked rates
i’m pulling strings without the fates
idk the future of ram’s state
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu signmark – against the wall – feat. kalle lindroth
- lirik lagu dj speedsta – hangout
- lirik lagu bigbang (rock band) – to the max
- lirik lagu scorpinox – king julian
- lirik lagu the pirouettes – hortensia summer
- lirik lagu veagadoiz – nosso lance
- lirik lagu m – artz – something special
- lirik lagu ateyaba – schumacher
- lirik lagu coktel molotov – erva da jamaica
- lirik lagu telex – ça plane pour moi